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chapter | thirteen

I've been in this sex predicament with Freddie for a month now and everything is still the same as we hang out together like ordinary people and have sex time-to-time.

It's Monday evening, about seven o'clock to be exact. Freddie decided we should go to Mal-Mart to get groceries to make dinner tonight. I wanted to go by myself but Fredweird insisted on coming with me.

We're driving in Freddie's car to the store as he's tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, driving in the darkness.

"So, what are we going to do about dinner tonight?" Freddie asks me.

"Well, we–"

"I don't mind making dinner since you tried to do it last night and failed." He chuckled. I shake my head, rolling my eyes at the tragic time trying to make simple soup.

"Whatever." Is all I could say. He always has to be mean to me about everything.

"You know I'm just kidding,"

"But it's true, I guess." I shrugged, laughing through my nose. "So what are we going to do tonight?"

"Well, I got my paycheck earlier this week, do you want to go the movies after this since we don't have class tomorrow?" He asked turning in the intersection and drives in downtown, finding numerous stores.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want to see?" I said, running my hands through my hair, entangling some strands.

"Whatever you want," he parks in an available parking spot and turns off the ignition. "Just as long it's not a chick movie. I don't have time to hear girls cry over something."

I laughed and nodded my head. "Agreed."

"So what do you think of having for dinner?" He asked unbuckling his seatbelt.

"I'm feeling for spaghetti," I answered unbuckling my seatbelt as well.

"Yes! Good choice."

We get out of the car and we walk into Mal-Mart together with our arms curled together. I can't wait to spend another night with just Freddie for the break because school has been stressing me out like crazy. I had to take tests all week ready for finals, and I'm just exhausted. But hopefully, Freddie will bring the party in the house so I wouldn't be bored.

Freddie and I are still at Mal-Mart. He is at an aisle to get some soda while I'm at the vegetable aisle looking for some broccoli for the spaghetti. I'm holding the basket in my hand as I put the broccoli in it.

"There you are." I flinched from the unexpected voice behind me. I turn around and see Freddie looking at me.

"Oh hi." I respond, sighed in relief while smiling.

"We have one more stop to go and we'll be on our way home."

"Oh okay, where do you go–"

RING RING RING

Freddie goes through his Jean pocket, takes his phone out and looks at the caller ID. "I'm sorry, hold on." He told me. He answers the phone and puts it near his ear. "Hey Gibby, what's up?"

Pause.

"I'm at Mal-Mart shopping for some stuff."

Pause.

"Yeah." I look around the store trying to find something entertaining to watch. "Yeah hold on," he puts his phone down and stares at me. "Can you hold on for a sec?" He asks me.

"Uh yeah, I'll just wait for you by the cashier," I said and he nods at my response. I walk away to go the cashier to wait for Freddie. As I'm walking, I hear a voice appear again.

"Excuse me." I turned around and looked at a guy who looks like he's in his forties, has light blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Do you want to grab a drink with me?" He asked smirking.

Why is he asking me this?

"No, I'm not interested," I said calmly.

"Oh, come on. A pretty little girl like you shouldn't be wandering here all alone." He smirked devilishly. He grabs my forearm and grips it tightly to where I hiss in pain. "Let's go, baby." He said with a devilish smile.

What the hell is this guy's problem?!

"Let go of me!" I shouted where people are probably staring at us. I try to wiggle his hand out of my arm but he wouldn't let go from how tight he's holding onto me.

"Listen you skank, you be a nice little girl and come with me so we can have some fun." He says smiling grossly.

I don't know why this is happening, but suddenly my eyes start to water as I'm getting scared to be attacked.

"No, let go of me!" I cried, trying to get away from his grasp. He keeps his hand on me and starts to grip on my arm tighter. He's hurting me! Why is this old guy trying to get with me, he's trying to pick up little girls so he can have pleasure. But how he's treating me is scaring me to death. I don't want to go with him, I don't know what he would do to me.

I don't usually cry in public, but it's happening right now because I don't want to be used, I've heard true stories about girls getting kidnapped by older men and them getting raped.

What if this happens to me today?

Out of nowhere, I feel someone pulling my shoulders back where my arm disconnects with the guy's hand. I look up and I see Freddie glaring at the man.

He walks in front me like a human shield. "You're messing with the wrong guy, man." He glared at the man.

"What are you talking about?" The man said innocently.

"I think it would be best for you to get the hell out of here or someone is going to be on the floor covered in blood." He threatened to the man's face.

I started to feel hyperventilated and couldn't control my heart racing. The guy's face... it looks so wicked and furious like his plan has failed.

"Fuck you, you dumb shit. You should have your little bitch checked out. She doesn't know the definition of pleasure." He spat, turning his heel and walked away from our presence.

I breathe faster than usual and still looked straight ahead watching the guy walk away somewhere else.

"Sam, can you hear me?" Someone's faint voice and body appear in front of me. "Sam, answer me." Their hands cup my face forcing me to stare at them and I tried to push them away.

"No!"

"Sam, it's me! It's Freddie." He says to me. I finally have my eyes checked and saw Freddie's face in front of me. I scan around the whole store and saw people's eyes staring at us weirdly as they don't know what's going on.

"Freddie?"

"Yeah, it's me, it's me." He responded tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Let's take you home, okay?" I nod my head eagerly, couldn't wait to get out of here. He takes the basket I carried from my hand and puts the basket on the floor. He rests his hand on my back, guiding me outside the store to go home.

Next thing I know, I was back in Freddie's car and he drove us back to our apartment.

Uh oh, first drama chapter. :0 what's going to happen next?